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[pantherking]

Who: Grimmjow and Open
When: Day 65
Where: In and around Bell Pointe
What: Grimmjow’s doing what Grimmjow does best: wreck shit. In this case, he’s being mostly productive and killing monsters. Some property damage may, unfortunately, result.
Rating: R for language and violence

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[nameless_hollow]

Killing for fun sure was hard work. After pushing himself way too hard and forced to take a break for a few days the hollow was back out... and taking another break. For some reason he didn't feel as strong as he did a few days ago despite the rest period and as much as he wanted to go all out again he didn't trust the odd restrictions on his powers.

In the meantime he was sitting on the roof of a house, his reiatsu remaining low half-voluntarily, and looked for any humans that were stupid enough to walk outside and get themselves caught. He wanted entertainment, damnit.

[pantherking]

It was the faint hint of reiatsu that caught Grimmjow's attention, diverted his eyes away from the fog and what might be within it and focused it on the familiar electric tingle of power. Kurosaki. But not Kurosaki, he realized a second later, weight poised on the balls of his feet, ready to slip into sonido. The hollow that was and wasn't Kurosaki.

He only hesitated a moment, torn in two different directions, before he shrugged and took off in the hollow's direction. Weird conversations aside, they'd gotten along, sort of, the last time the hollow had been there, and Grimmjow was honest enough to admit that he liked the pale not-Kurosaki better than the human one. Hollow-Kurosaki was fun. Human-Kurosaki was just a whiny bitch.

"Yo." That was all the greeting the hollow was getting as Grimmjow dropped out of sonido, and the sky, at his side. One black-booted foot tapped against a shingle. "This your house?"

[nameless_hollow]

He looked over at the Espada when he appeared and scowled a bit. That wasn't what he was looking for. The hollow turned his attention back to the rolling fog on the street.

"No. Why the fuck would ya think that?"

It was but he wouldn't admit that. He didn't want anyone, whether they could sense his reiatsu or not, to know where he lived and which house he lived in. It was his territory; no one else's.

[pantherking]

"You're sitting on it?" Seemed logical enough to Grimmjow, but he didn't care enough to press the issue.

He'd had a house once. Even lived in it too, and played at the kind of lifestyle he thought humans had. Sit around on the couch, sit on the roof, listen to the phone talk at him. He hadn't gotten the hang of the TV or the appliances, of course, but he'd figured out his way around the phone. And then he'd burned the house down.

Easy come. Easy go.

"What're you doing, anyway?"

[nameless_hollow]

"Don't mean it's mine."

He gaze slipped to the side, watching to see if the Espada would actually do anything to damage his house and tried not to tense for a preemptive defense measure. He knew he couldn't move as fast in the state he was in now but he wasn't going to let the other break what was his.

"Lookin' for humans stupid enough to come outside."

[pantherking]

"Town's got plenty of them."

Stupid humans, anyway. Grimmjow didn't know if they'd come out, but considering how much time they spent squawking around on the phone about going here and going there and getting into trouble, he thought they probably would.

"They bitch all the time, but they don't learn."

As far as the house is concerned, he's already lost interest in it, content to slouch there at the hollow's side, staring out into the fog.

[nameless_hollow]

"Tch. So what the hell do ya want, Espada? Aizen finally let ya off of yer leash?"

The fact was he didn't want to talk about Aizen. At all. The thought of that bastard being in Bell Pointe was a major pissoff with him but he had to know why the Espada was being civil--well, a hollow version of being civil anyway.